October 15th, 2017

Chloe POV

"Just wanted to make sure you guys didn't forget that today is about me and Max." I said, putting my hands down and sitting. Everyone just stared at me, not saying a word.

"Um, so are you really...?" Joyce trailed off.

"Pregnant? Oh yeah, that was true." I shrugged like it was no big deal. "Did none of you notice that I wasn't drinking? We didn't choose cider out of preference. Max just doesn't want to drink if I can't. "

"Congratulations on two accounts, then." Ryan smiled. He reached in his pocket and grabbed his wallet, throwing us another hundred dollar bill. "Baby gift." He winked.

"Dad!" Max said, eyes the size of baseballs, throwing the money back at him.

"Naw, it's cool, Max. Let him flaunting his money. I don't mind." I laughed. Looking to Ryan, I said, "William would tease you about throwing around bills and then probably tackle you for your wallet."

Ryan chuckled. "No, he would've bet me all my money that you would drop the pregnancy bomb." Everyone laughed at that. It was probably true.

After dinner, it was time for Max and I to head out for our two week honeymoon. Cymba was going to go with the Caulfield's for the first week, and my parent's for the second.

Our honeymoon would be spent in sunny California, having a rented out beach house all to ourselves.

"Hey, Chloe." Max said as we entered the beach house.

"What's up?" I said, turning to her.

She flashed her wedding ring, the same ring William gave Joyce on their wedding day. "You got married!" She sang in a teasing tone.

"Har har. Shut up."

The beach house was beautiful. It was more of a studio, with the bedroom right there in the front and a little kitchen and bathroom to the right. The bed was a huge California King, with dark blue bedding, and perfect compliment to the baby blue walls. The floors were hardwood flooring. We tour our little space to get a feel for things. The kitchen wasn't that big, but it was the same shape and size as the one we had at our apartment back in Arizona, only this time with blue cabinets, wood counter tops, and black appliances. The bathroom gave no break in the theme, with the same counter tops and cabinets as the kitchen, along with toilet seat and top covers, a shower curtain, a rug in front of the huge tub, and even towels that matched the bedding in the front.

"Wowser." Max muttered.

"I like the theme." I smiled at her.

"Well, this is our honeymoon. Should we, I don't know, honeymoon?"

"I don't know," I grabbed her shoulders, widening my eyes, and using my most panicked tone, "Max, I've never done this before!"

We both busted up laughing.

And laughing turned into kissing.

And kissing turned into the removal of those pesky clothes.

"WAIT!" Max yelled, hoping up and over to a stereo that I hadn't noticed on the baby blue dresser to the left of the door. I knew what she was doing once I heard that song she played. Our song.

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

"Okay, now we're ready!" Max said, as she ran back to the bed and jumped right on it.

We picked up right where we left off. A deep, passionate kiss that lead to us kneading each other's breasts, and hands roaming bodies.

My hand traveled between Max's thighs. Even after all the times we've done this, she still gasped. I began to play with her, as she started grinding her hips against mine. And even after all this time, that was still one of the best feelings in the world.

Then Max began to mirror my actions. "Oh, no turns this time?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Nope. This is now a Climax Battle. Let's see who reaches it first." She grinned as big as Cheshire Cat.

"Oh, we're playing that game. Okay, Mrs. Price. You're on."

I lost.

So I challenged her to a rematch.

Which I lost.

"Okay. Best two out of three?"

A/N: This was originally going to be the beginning for chapter one of In Crime And Time, but I decided against it. Oh, well. Here it is, as promised. Goodnight.